Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.